The Unexpected

Chapter 3

Fred couldn't concentrate to the words Hermione was spewing out a them. He was too focused memorizing her features. From her sporadic brown curls, to the light brushing of freckles on her cheekbones. Fred Weasley was usually the proud bloke to say he had never gotten his heart broken, and the reason why being; he had never given his heart away.

Well, he still hadn't truly given it away, it was more like it had been unknowingly stolen. The thief having no idea that she had stolen anything. It was odd. To think Fred was falling head-over-heels for someone with such an opposing personality; but you know what they say

"Opposites attract" Fred muttered mindlessly muttered.

"What was that?" Hermione questioned not comprehending the meaning of Fred's words.

"Oh, no. Nothing Hermione. Please, continue."

"Are you alright Fred? You seem a bit distracted today."

"Yes, yes. I'm fine." Fred said with a beaming smile at her.

"Well, Erm..If you're not feeling up to talking about this right now we can schedule it later."

"I don't think that'll be necessary. Everything you've stated is quite within reason, and I'd be glad to give you access to everything you want." Fred stated in a cool tone.

"Thank you. That means so much to me than you'll ever know. Is george going to be okay with all this?" She said noting he had wandered off somewhere during her nearly one-sided disscussion.

"I think he's going to be quite alright. Wouldn't you say Gred?" George said poking his head through from the kitchen.

Hermione blushed at seeing George in the doorway, without a shirt.

"My dear brother, you seem to be missing something."

"Yeah, I might have spilled a bit of mustard on my shirt while making a sandwich." George said, his face turning a charming pink.

"And you didn't think to put another one on?" Fred asked in amused voice.

"Well, there's no other path to my bedroom than the one through the front room." George explained.

Hermione, who was still silently blushing, had decided to adjust her eyes, and was now looking intently at the wooden floorboards.

"Hermione, you seem a bit flushed. Is everything alright?" George asked, sneaking his way closer to the couch.

"Yea-Yes." Hermione stuttered out. "I'm doing just fine."

"Really now?" George asked whilst putting his wrist to Hermione's forehead. "You seem a bit clammy to me."

"I'm just fine, It's just a bit warm in here." She said carefully.

"Well, it's a scorching 21." Fred pointed out.

"Very interesting. Maybe I am coming down with the flu or something." Hermione said hurriedly getting up from the couch.

"I must be getting back to the Burrow, you know how Molly is." She sputtered out while, nearly running to the door.

"Hermione." Fred spoke in a soft voice that cut through to Hermione.

She stopped in her tracks. Turning around to face the Twins' her eyes widening into large saucers as she saw the look in their. The unrecognizable look that made Hermione's stomach turn in knots.

"What?" She didn't mean to sound rude, she was just a bit stunned at that moment.

"Can you start work on Monday?" Fred asked.

Monday, that was in six days as today was a Tuesday.

"Yes, that'd be amazing." And as she finished her sentence, she walked back over to the couch and gave both Fred and George swift, but meaningful hugs. She had no idea as to what possessed her to do that. Maybe she was overjoyed to be apart of something again, or maybe the knots' in her stomach had something to do with it. But all Hermione knew at that moment when she hugged them, was that she never wanted to let go.